Naughty Neighbor - Lauren Runow Page 0,60
close—and being so naughty—has me reeling in lust.
“Won’t someone hear us?” I ask, remembering what it was like as a teenager sneaking around.
“Not if you’re quiet.” He dares me with his words and his actions as he sucks on my nipple, making me gasp as sensations ripple through me, down to my core.
I grip his hair and pull.
“I love it when you pull my hair.” He smiles against my skin and then gives a nip. I reward him with another tug as I grind against him. “And when you rub like that over the tip of my cock, it feels like fucking heaven. Do it again.”
I do as he requested, listening as he moans my name like I’m a damn queen needing praise.
His hands move down to my ass, squeezing it, and then they slide to the front, pushing my bottoms to the side. I lift up a little, giving him the perfect view of my breasts to nip and suck on as he runs his finger over my clit and rolls around. I arch my back and grip his shoulders, holding on tight. When his fingers slide down my folds and enter me, I steady myself as pure lust starts to take over.
As I roll my hips against his hand, virtually riding him, he tells me how wonderful I am, how he loves when I move my body like this, and how amazing I look against the stars in the sky. His words are like a waterfall, and I want to bathe in them as I chase my orgasm. His thumb rubs those vicious circles, and his fingers pump inside of me, eliciting heavy breaths and moans from me that need to be quieted by his kisses.
I’ve gone years without sex with a man, and now, I feel like a fiend, needing it so badly that I can’t breathe.
“Jake.” I close my eyes from every nerve on my body lighting on fire. I ride out my orgasm until he removes his hand and wraps it around my head, kissing me hard. “I need you inside of me.”
He closes his eyes and mumbles under his breath, “Fuck.”
“What?” I ask, grinding myself against him more.
“I can’t believe I wasn’t thinking about using a condom in here. Can we take this to the bedroom?”
I take a deep breath in, not wanting any of this to stop until he’s made me come and I’m floating from the high. “I’m on the pill.”
His eyes dart to mine as he runs a finger down my cheek. “Are you sure?”
I pull back to stare in his eyes. “That I’m on the pill? Yes, I’m positive,” I joke, but I see the look in his eyes. He’s asking about more than the physical pill. He needs to know if I’m okay with this. “You don’t make a habit of this kind of thing though, right?”
He grins and leans up to kiss my lips once more. “You’ll be my first.”
My heart swells as I pull him in, kissing him harder, chasing the sensation we nearly lost.
As his hand moves to position himself at my entrance, I lift slightly before I slide down on his hardened shaft, feeling the fullness take over me. We both gasp at the intensity of the situation.
Holding each other tightly, we allow what we’re doing to sink in, enjoying every minute, before I slide up and start to pulse.
The water moves around us as he grips my ass, guiding my movements and helping to lift me up. Feeling him fill me to the brim makes my head fall down to his shoulder.
“Oh God,” I whisper into his ear as he slams into me once more.
He pulls back, so he can see my face, wanting to catch every word, every gasp that escapes from me as he moves my body with his, bringing me to heights I didn’t know were possible.
Heights I’ve only ever written about.
Words fill my brain of how I would write this moment but nothing’s fitting exactly what I’m feeling. Right here. How I would put to paper what he’s doing to me and how my body’s reacting. And that’s when it hits me.
There are no words.
I could string together every adjective of how to explain the way his cock slides in and out of me, but none would let the world know just how amazing it actually is.
I’m going to try though. I’m going to try to shout it from the rooftops, letting my readers know that sex has been nothing